#tbt In my past I was guilty of collecting things rather than memories. I’ve travelled to some incredible places, I’ve met some incredible people, and done some pretty interesting things. The one thing I needed more of were memories like the one in the image. My boys and I out on an adventure. The amazing…
Knee deep in waters as could as dying angels I hold you deep in my soul like the roots of ancient trees Buried alive in the earth Your heart appears like mine Open and afraid but where is that passion you bragged so much about so long ago ❤️ On a beach populated only by…
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I said goodbye to you again Our final goodbye At the edge of forever Where the tide and shore dance Making a fine line Like a tightrope strung between our souls Hearts breaking Tears like rain running down my face tracing the empty path of melancholy and deceit The whitecaps calling my name from the…
Every morning I wish upon a bright star that rests just above the horizon hanging above the mountains in the east I see your face Happy and dancing The drums hitting hard like my dreams under the light of the candles and me kissing your lips I waited too long for that kiss As I…
Late night Rain soaked streets walking alone The same streets that I summer time we walked together Happy and Un-afraid Times change too fast I’m still wondering why you can’t show me the same loved you showed them Faster the rain falls Faster I become a memory You’ll forget me soon enough It’s only a…
Be it my work as an SEO, photographer, writer, or what have you I am often asked to work for free or at a reduced rate. I’m often amazed that people who would NEVER consider working for free have the audacity to ask me to work for free or to take on projects at a…
The wind whistles cold against my ears The pavement cold and unforgiving My board hits the ground I’m off running to work or to school or wherever I want to go I’m free from all the hassles that scatter my thoughts My focus piercing the rim of my hat like a hawk preying on unsuspecting…
